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Mooski, Chris Brown & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Track Star Lyrics


Mooski, Chris Brown & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Track Star Lyrics

 [Intro: Mooski]

Ah, ah, ha-ha

(She’s a runner, runner, runner, runner, runner)

This the remix, yeah-yeah

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)


[Verse 1: Mooski]

Shawty gon’ run when she in a bind

A track star, we never seen the finish line

Can’t confide or commit, she scared to trust somebody

On your mark, go, set, go, she ’bout to dust somebody

Do what it take, do what’s gon’ make it last

She can’t take the pain that come with that

Hit the brakes ‘fore it’s too late, she fast

Once she set her pace, she don’t look back

Now I know I looked ovеr the signs

Girl, do you ever gеt tired (You know) of runnin’, runnin’?

Oh, why?


[Chorus: Mooski & Chris Brown]

She’s a runner, she’s a track star

She gon’ run away when it gets hard

She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred

She hurt anyone that gets involved

Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why?)

She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why?)

Love is a game, you used to cheer for (No, oh-oh, woah)

When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it (Ooh, woah, oh, oh)


[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

She’s a liar, she a capper

She’d do anything for the Black Card

She give you her pain with a black heart (No)

Should of never let that shit get that far (Woah, woah)

It’s always been games with you (Oh)

Keepin’ score and changin’ moods (Oh)

I was all for it, but lately you (Oh)

Showed me that side, that crazy you (Oh, crazy you)

And you can get to packin’ all of your bags

You can leave the racks with all of them tags

Gon’ do your thing and don’t look back

Damn, girl, you fast (Woah, woah)


[Chorus: Mooski & Chris Brown]

She’s a runner, she’s a track star (Oh, she, she)

She gon’ run away when it gets hard (Away, yeah)

She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (No, oh-oh, woah)

She hurt anyone that gets involved (Ah, yeah, oh-oh, babe)

Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why? Oh, why?)

She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why? Oh, why?)

Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Woah)

When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it


[Verse 3: Yung Bleu]

I said don’t you run from me (Don’t you run)

Don’t take my love for granted ’cause you know it can get ugly

She’s a runner, she’s a track star (Oh-oh)

Don’t run away when it get hard, love

I can tell that, you ain’t ever had a gangster

I’m aware of that, he ain’t never tell you, “Thank ya”

How you wear that, you should get a new Wraith, oh-oh (Skrrt)

I’m slidin’ when you tell me it’s convenient (‘Venient)

You know I got the Glock up in ‘Ghini

Grant a couple wishes like a genie

She gon’ keep up runnin’ back if she got access

Got my dick hard like it’s hard to be a Black man

I cut her off and put my feelings in the trash can (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I guess all this love was just too much love for you


[Chorus: Mooski & A Boogie wit da Hoodie]

She’s a runner, she’s a track star

She gon’ run away when it gets hard

She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred

She hurt anyone that gets involved

Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why?)

She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why?)

Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Na-na)

When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it (Na-na, na-na)

You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)


[Verse 4: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]

Baby, stop frontin’ (Stop)

Grab on your waist, that’s gon’ make you stop runnin’ (Stop runnin’)

Diamonds on my chain and watch bustin’

You look at me like you want somethin’

Don’t keep it low, keep it one-hundred

Speakin’ of numbers, I

Here, I gave you the wrong one on purpose, but this one is workin’ fine

Hit my line, call me whenever you want some me

646-992-7453

I’m from the jungle, but I’m not a cheater

Bitch, I’m in my bag now, it’s Hoodie SZN

I’ma set it off if a nigga creep up

And she gon’ take the charge like it’s a misdemeanor

I was mad high, you was off a Xan’, I know

I was tryna fuck you and your friends like (Oh)

Even though that wasn’t in the plans right (No)

Drum with a stick, like a band, I know (Woo)

AP on my wrist, that’s a bustdown, oh-woah

King of this fly shit, yeah, I know

You can hold me down and be more than my ho

Stop actin’ like you love me when you really don’t know

She’s a runner, she’s a track star

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